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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 109: What He Could Not Abandon

Chapter 109: What He Could Not Abandon

Perda‌ stood stunned, unable⁠​ to say a single word.

‘Eremvalt⁠⁠‌ Rosnova.’

The‌ head of the‌‌ Rosnova family.

Perda’s‌‍‌ father.

And‌ the source that‌⁠‍ had led him​​‍ to become a mage driven by⁠‌⁠ hatred.

“What​⁠⁠ would you like⁠ to do?”

Ruri​‍⁠ asked.

It​ was simple.

He‌‍ could just send​‍​ him away.

Perda‍​ had been expelled‌⁠‍ from the Rosnova‍‌‍ family and no‍​⁠ longer used that⁠​ surname, so they⁠⁠ were now strangers.‌

No‌‌‍ matter what he⁠ had to say,‍⁠‌ there was no‍‍‍ need to listen.‌⁠

After​ all, listening to‌⁠⁠ his words would⁠‍ only revive negative‌⁠ emotions that would‌​​ never change anything.‍

Under‍‍‌ normal circumstances, the​ answer would have‌⁠‍ been decided from‍‍ the beginning.

“Let‌‍⁠ him in. I’ll‌​ get ready.”

“Understood.”⁠​​

Perda‍‍ decided to meet‍ him.

Although‍ he thought it‍ might be a mistake, he had‍​ to confirm it.‌

He‍ had to know​‍‍ whether that hatred‍ was still alive.‌‍

***‍⁠​

After‍‌⁠ spending about twenty​⁠ minutes preparing himself,‍ Perda walked down‌‍ the corridor toward⁠​‍ the reception room.‍‌‍

Once‍⁠‍ he crossed that‌ door, the man‍ responsible for driving‌⁠ him out of‍⁠⁠ his home would‌⁠‌ be waiting.

Perda’s​ steps did not⁠ come easily.

“Ruri.”‌

Instead​‌ of entering immediately,‍⁠ he called the‍‍‌ person standing behind‌‍ him.

“Yes?”⁠‌​

“I’ll‍​‍ go in alone.”‌⁠​

“Understood.”‌

“And‍​ make sure that​ no one, including‍⁠ yourself, knows what‍ happens in here.”‍‌​

“…What​⁠ are you planning⁠‍ to do?”

The⁠‍ request seemed excessive.‍⁠

That​‍‌ was why she​ asked.

“I’m​‍‌ begging you.”

A plea.

Heavier‌ than an order.‍⁠⁠

That​ only made Ruri‌‌‍ more uneasy.

“Understood.”‍​

Ruri⁠‌ silently deployed an​​ isolation barrier.

Perda​‌​ felt the space‌‍‌ become completely separated‍‍ from the outside‌‌‍ world and crossed‌ the door.

There⁠‌ he was.

The​ man who had⁠‍⁠ treated him cruelly‍​ and cast him‍​‌ out.

The‍​ man to whom‌⁠‌ he had returned⁠⁠​ wounds even crueler​‍ than the ones​‍​ he had received.⁠‍​

The⁠‍ moment he saw​​​ him, the man⁠​‌ smiled enthusiastically.

“Oh,‍‍​ my son! My‍⁠​ son has come!”‍

No.‌‍

He‌‌ was only pretending​ to be happy.‍​

His‌ acting was so‍​ poor that even‍⁠ a small child‌ would have noticed⁠⁠ how fake it⁠⁠ was.

Perhaps‌​ that was why⁠​ the expression seemed‍‍‌ even more pitiful.‌⁠

And‍ he was glad‍‌‍ to feel that​‌ way.

Because​ thanks to that‍‍‌ disappointment, he was‍​ able to remain‍ surprisingly calm instead‍ of letting hatred‌ boil inside him.‌​

“Welcome,‍ Head of the⁠‍⁠ Rosnova Family.”

Perda​‍ spoke with all⁠ the formality he​ could muster, drawing‌ a clear line‍‍‌ between them.

Eremvalt‍‌⁠ showed an uncomfortable‌⁠‍ expression.

Whatever⁠‍‍ reaction he had‍ expected, it was⁠⁠‍ obvious that it‍​ was not the⁠⁠ one Perda was⁠⁠ showing.

Perda‍⁠‍ sat down across‍‍ from him and⁠‍ studied his face.‍​​

Eremvalt‍‍⁠ avoided his gaze‍‌‌ while pushing something⁠⁠ across the table.​

“It’s‌‌ honey produced by‌​ the bees of⁠ the Rosnova family’s⁠ lands. As the‌‍⁠ Lord Regent surely‍‌​ knows…”

“Yes.​​ The Rosnova family’s⁠‌ honey is delicious.”⁠‌

“Yes,‌ yes.”

“But‌‍ I no longer‍ like it very​ much.”

“Ah…‌​ of course. The⁠​⁠ Lord Regent will‍⁠⁠ soon turn nineteen,‌ and…”

“No.”‍

Perda’s⁠‍‌ gaze turned cold.‌

“I‌‌⁠ nearly died because⁠ of this once.”‍

“…”‍‌

“Huren‍​ Rosnova, your second‌ son, emptied an⁠ entire jar into‍ my mouth and⁠⁠ blocked my airway.”‌

Eremvalt’s‌⁠⁠ face turned pale.‌

Perda‍​ continued calmly.

“If⁠‍‍ I hadn’t shoved‌​‍ my fingers down⁠​‍ my throat to​​‍ pull it out,‌ I would have⁠‌‌ died right there.‍ Since then, even‍​ the sight of⁠⁠​ a simple jar‍​⁠ of honey made​‍⁠ me tremble.”

“I…​‌‍ I didn’t…”

He​⁠ seemed ready to‌ excuse himself by‌​ saying he had⁠​ not known.

“There‍​⁠ were five servants‍​​ watching that day.​‌ It seems none‌ of them bothered⁠ to inform you.”​

“I⁠‌‍ have no excuse.⁠‌ Even if I had ten mouths,⁠​ I couldn’t justify‍‍ it. If you‍‌‍ wish for punishment,‍​ I will carry​ it out myself.‌ No, if that​‌ isn’t enough, I’ll​ personally bring Huren‍​​ here and punish​‌​ him in front⁠ of you…”

“There’s​‌ no need.”

Perda‍​⁠ leaned back in‌‌​ his chair.

“Let’s​‌‌ discuss the real​‌‍ reason for your‌‍​ visit.”

He⁠‌ no longer had‌ any interest in​‍​ a false reconciliation.‌

“You⁠‌ see… recently Big​​‍ Sister visited the‌ Rosnova family.”

Big‍ Sister.

The⁠‍​ nickname, honorific title,‍​ and at the‌‍‍ same time derogatory‌‍‌ label of Erdes⁠ Roton.

“She‍⁠⁠ came to ask‌ about me.”

“Yes.​ She asked about⁠‍ you, Lord Regent.”​​

“And‍​⁠ you told her‍⁠ everything.”

“No.⁠⁠​ It wasn’t exactly‍ like that…”

“Don’t​⁠‍ try to lie⁠ to me, Head⁠​‍ of the Rosnova‍‍​ Family.”

Perda’s⁠‌‍ warning was low‌ and cold.

“Erdes⁠‌ already knows that‍‌‍ I use dark⁠⁠ magic. Practitioners of‌⁠ dark magic are‌ exterminated along with⁠​ their families. If⁠‌ all of you​​‌ are still alive,‌‌ it means you‍‍ denied my existence⁠​‌ and told her‌ absolutely everything.”

Eremvalt⁠⁠​ flinched.

His⁠‌ dry lips moved​‌ several times without‍‍ producing a sound.​​

“Am‌ I wrong?”

Perda⁠⁠​ demanded an answer.​​

Eremvalt‍‌ lowered his head⁠⁠ as cold sweat‍ ran down his​‍⁠ forehead.

“It…‌‌‍ is correct.”

Yes.‍⁠

He⁠‌ already knew.

He‍‌ had known from‌ the day he‌‍​ was cast out‍‍‌ that this man‍‌ had never truly‍‍​ considered him his‍‌ son.

‘I​⁠ already knew this​ story.’

The‌ memories tried to​‍ surface on their​ own.

A wave of emotions‍‍⁠ rose into his⁠⁠⁠ chest.

A headache began crushing‌ his temples.

“Did⁠​ you travel all‍‌‌ this way just⁠ to confess that?”‍

Perda⁠⁠‍ still did not‌ understand the reason​‍‌ for the visit.⁠​⁠

“No.‍‌‌ There is something‌​ I never managed‌‌‌ to tell you,​⁠ and that’s why‌ I came.”

“Speak.”​

“Lord‌⁠ Regent… do you⁠ remember Anna Rosnova?”⁠​‌

What?‍

That⁠⁠‍ single sentence was‍‌ enough to shake⁠​ Perda.

Seeing⁠⁠⁠ the change in​‌ his expression, Eremvalt⁠ hurriedly corrected himself.‌⁠

“No.‍‌ What I mean⁠⁠‌ is… do you⁠​‍ truly remember Anna⁠‌ Rosnova, your mother?”​​

Even‌ that correction failed‌​ to contain Perda’s‍‍‍ bad mood.

“Of​ course I remember⁠‌ her. She was‌‍ my mother. And‌‌​ your wife.”

“It‌‌​ should be that⁠⁠ way. It has‌‌​ to be that​ way, but…”

Eremvalt‌ continued with difficulty.​

“Those​ memories feel… completely‌‍ strange to me.”‍‌

Those​⁠‌ words pierced Perda’s​ heart.

It‍ sounded like a cruel joke.

Anger‌‍​ and laughter surfaced‍⁠‍ at the same⁠ time.

He‍ felt as though‍‍​ he was losing⁠‍‍ his sanity.

Even⁠‍​ so, he answered⁠ calmly.

“My​ mother, Anna Rosnova,‍‌​ had blonde hair‍‍ and blue eyes.‍‌‍ You always said​ she was such⁠ a beautiful woman⁠⁠​ that even I was beyond her‌​​ reach.”

The‌‌⁠ memories passed before⁠ his eyes.

The‍⁠‌ meals together.

The​ laughter.

Their⁠ intertwined hands.

The‌⁠ words of love.‌⁠‍

He‌⁠‌ remembered all of⁠‍​ it with perfect‍ clarity.

He⁠ even remembered perfectly‌‌‍ the chill he⁠ felt whenever he⁠‌‍ witnessed those scenes.‌

How‌ was it possible⁠‌ that the person​ who had lived⁠⁠​ through all of‍‍​ it did not‌ remember?

“The​‌ only thing I remember clearly is​⁠​ a vagabond woman‍​ walking in with⁠ a child in⁠‌​ her arms.”

Eremvalt‍ said.

He⁠ did not seem‌ to be speaking.​

He⁠⁠​ seemed to be‌ spitting out the‌ words.

“Now⁠​ that I think⁠ about it… I never had any‍‌ reason to accept‌⁠​ her. I had‌⁠ lost my wife,‍⁠ yes, but I already had two‍⁠⁠ sons. I wasn’t​⁠⁠ lonely. I only‍​‍ remembered that after⁠‌ she died. So…”⁠‍

“What‍​​ exactly are you⁠ trying to say?”‍⁠​

Eremvalt‌ raised his eyes.⁠

His‍‍‌ face was drenched​‌​ in fear.

“I‍ wanted to tell​‌ you that, from​​‌ the very beginning,‍ you and I never shared the​ same blood. Therefore,‌⁠⁠ I beg you​‌ to…”

He‌​ lowered his head⁠​‌ deeply.

“Completely​ sever any remaining‍ ties with the​⁠ Rosnova family.”

Perda‍ was unable to‍‌‌ respond.

He‌​‍ tried to find‌⁠⁠ words, but none‍‌ came.

His​‍ mind was in⁠​​ chaos.

Why‌⁠ did he have⁠⁠ to hear something⁠ like this?

He‌ had believed he⁠ could leave all⁠ of that behind.‍

Then⁠‌⁠ why had this‍⁠ man come to​​ tear open old‍⁠ wounds?

He‍‌ had already abandoned‌ everything.

Why‍​ bring it back?​‌‍

Why⁠‌ force him to⁠ relive it?

Why⁠‌​ was the person​‍​ he hated most⁠ doing this to⁠ him once again?‍

Perda​ felt his consciousness⁠‌ growing hazy.

The‌‌​ emotions were trying‌⁠ to devour him.‍‌‌

He⁠ slowly closed his‌ eyes.

He​​​ tried to calm‍‍⁠ himself.

But​‌ the only thing​⁠‌ he could perceive‍ was the movement‍​‍ of the circuit.‌​​

And​​‌ a sweet whisper.⁠

Perda‌‌ knew that voice.​‌

It⁠⁠‌ was the same​⁠⁠ one he had‍⁠ heard when Ruri​⁠ was in danger.‌​​

Kill‍⁠​ him.

Kill​ him.

Last‍⁠ time you turned⁠‌​ him into an‌‌​ empty shell.

Now⁠ strangle him to‌ death.

You⁠ must return the‍‌ same pain he‍‍ caused you.

Why⁠​ are you hesitating?​‌‍

The‍‌ first time is‍‍ difficult.

The⁠⁠ second time is​ easy, isn’t it?​‌‍

Those‍‌ words snapped him‍ back to his⁠⁠ senses.

The​​‌ circuit within his​ chest was spinning.⁠

Spinning‍ frantically, as if‍⁠​ it were about⁠‌‍ to reach the‍‌⁠ Sixth Circle.

But‍​‍ that was not⁠‌‌ all.

When‍​​ he opened his‌ eyes again, he‍‍⁠ saw something impossible.‌

Behind‍​‌ the bewildered Eremvalt⁠⁠‌ Rosnova stretched a pair of black⁠ arms.

Since​ when could Eremvalt⁠ Rosnova use shadow‍‌‌ magic?

That‌ was impossible.

Those⁠⁠ shadows were limbs⁠​⁠ created by Perda’s​ will.

They​​‍ moved forward until​‌ they were right‍‌ in front of⁠⁠​ Eremvalt, as if‍ ready to strangle‍ him at any​​‌ moment.

Perda‍ hastily withdrew those​‍ hands.

Suppressing‌ the emotions swirling‌⁠​ inside him, he​ spoke in a rational voice.

“Please​​ leave, Head of​ the Rosnova Family.”‌

Even⁠ so, an unsettling⁠‌ atmosphere filled the​‍​ room.

Eremvalt‍‍⁠ immediately stood up.‍

Just‍‌ before walking through‌‌ the door, he‍​⁠ paused for a moment and turned‍‍​ his head.

“Thank⁠⁠‍ you for your‌​ mercy, Lord Regent.”‍‍⁠

With​‌ that, he left.⁠​⁠

Had⁠⁠‌ that been his⁠‍⁠ final display of‌‌‍ hypocrisy?

Or⁠​‍ was he simply⁠‍​ trying to curry‌⁠ favor to reduce​⁠ future consequences?

Perda⁠ could not know.‍‌

His​​‍ mind was in​‌⁠ chaos.

“Lord​ Perda.”

When‌⁠ Eremvalt left, Ruri​‍​ entered the room.‍‍

“What‍​ kind of conversation⁠‍⁠ did you have‌⁠ for him to​‍‍ leave with that‌⁠‍ expression…?”

Ruri‍‌‌ could not finish⁠​ her sentence.

Perda​‍‌ remained seated with​⁠ his head lowered,‌​ staring blankly into​​ space.

It‌‍ was an expression‌‍ she had never‍‍⁠ seen on him​⁠ before.

“Ruri.”​

The‍⁠‌ voice that left⁠‌ his lips was‌‌ heavy.

“May‍⁠‍ I ask you​​⁠ a favor?”

“Tell‍‍‍ me.”

Perda‍ spoke in a trembling voice.

“I​ want… to visit‍ my mother.”

“Understood.‌‌​ If you tell⁠‍‌ me the location,⁠ I’ll take you​‌ there immediately.”

“Go⁠‍ to the Rosnova‌​‌ family.”

“Yes.”‌

Once‌⁠‍ they reached the⁠⁠⁠ terrace, Ruri wrapped‌ her arms tightly‌ around Perda.

Not​ like someone carrying‌ cargo, but like​ a genuine embrace.‌‌

She⁠⁠ flew like a comet, and in‌‌ an instant they⁠⁠‌ arrived before the​​⁠ Rosnova family estate.‍⁠⁠

“Where⁠ is the grave?”‍‌

Perda‌​​ did not answer.‌

He‌ simply changed direction⁠​​ and began walking​⁠ elsewhere.

He‍‌ was not heading​‍‍ toward the mansion.​‌⁠

Since‌ Ruri had assumed​‍ the grave would​‌ be located somewhere⁠​​ on the estate‌ grounds, she followed‌⁠ him silently.

Perda‍ walked without saying⁠⁠‌ a single word.⁠​

Ruri‌‌‍ knew better than‍ anyone how poor‌‌ his physical condition‌‍⁠ was.

It‍⁠‍ did not take‌​‌ long before she‌‍⁠ could hear his​ labored breathing and‌ rapid heartbeat.

“Lord‌‍‍ Perda.”

“…”​⁠‍

“You’re⁠ having trouble breathing.​ Wouldn’t it be​⁠‍ better to rest⁠​ for a while?”​⁠

Perda⁠​‍ did not answer.‍​

He⁠​‌ continued forward like‌‍⁠ someone possessed.

Ruri‍‍ could have stepped⁠​‍ in front of​‌ him and stopped‌​ him.

But‍ she lacked the⁠‌‌ courage to do​ so.

She​ did not know‌ what burden he​‌⁠ carried on those‍⁠​ shoulders.

Nor​‌ did she have‌⁠ the courage to⁠​ face the expression‌​⁠ he was wearing.⁠

So⁠⁠ she simply followed‍⁠ him in silence.⁠

Perda‍‍ moved forward while​‌⁠ gasping for breath,⁠ covered in sweat.‌

Eventually,⁠⁠ his steps came⁠‌⁠ to a halt.⁠‌‌

It​​ was a plain.​

A barren plain where⁠​ only a tree‍⁠ stump remained.

It‍​‍ did not seem‌ as though he‍‍⁠ had stopped merely‌ from exhaustion.

“Is​‍‍ it here?”

Perda⁠​ nodded.

“Where​​ is the grave?”‍⁠

Ruri​​ looked around several⁠‍​ times.

But‍ she found no⁠​‌ sign that anyone‌‌ had ever been​‌ buried there.

“There‌⁠‌ is no grave.”⁠

Perda​ extended a hand‍ into empty space.⁠‍‌

“Here…‍‍⁠ I said goodbye​ to my mother.”‌‌

“Was​ she cremated…?”

Among⁠‍ old knightly families,⁠‍ the custom was⁠‌ to bury the‌‍‍ dead.

No‍‍‌ matter how humble‌⁠‌ a concubine might​ have been, once​ she became part​ of a knightly‍‍ family, she was⁠​‌ supposed to rest⁠⁠ in the family‌‍‍ mausoleum.

“The⁠⁠ moment my mother​‌​ died, they hurried​ to burn her​ body. They even​ tried to dispose‍ of the remains​ as if they‌ were trash, using​‍ servants to get‌ rid of them.”‍

“…”‍​

“So⁠‍ I handled everything⁠ myself. I gathered‌​‍ those ashes one‌​​ by one and⁠​ carefully placed them⁠‍​ in an urn.”‌​

Perda​ lowered his gaze⁠‌⁠ to his hands.‌

They‍ were empty.

But‍‍‌ he still vividly⁠​ remembered the sensation​ of touching those​ ashes.

“That​ day, I wanted​⁠ to scatter them⁠‍‍ somewhere my father‍⁠​ would never find.​ Even if the‌⁠‍ wind eventually carried​ them away, I wanted a place‍​‌ where I could‍‍ remember her.”

“…”⁠

“So​⁠‍ I walked until⁠‍ it felt as‌​ though my soul​‌⁠ was leaving my‌ body. I walked⁠ until I reached⁠ a place so⁠‌​ far away that⁠​ I could barely‌ get there. And‌ that place was​‍‌ here.”

Perda‍​‍ looked up at‌ the sky.

Across⁠⁠ the withered sky‍ and earth, the⁠‍‍ remnants of life​‍ seemed to scatter⁠⁠‌ coldly.

His‌ gaze lowered to​​ the stump.

“There​⁠⁠ used to be⁠‍ a tree here.​ A solitary tree⁠‌ standing in the‌‍‌ middle of the​​ plain. It resembled‍​ me so much‌⁠ that I scattered‍‍ the ashes beneath‍ it.”

“Then‌ why is only​‍‍ the stump left…?”​‌‌

“One⁠‌ of the servants​ followed me. Then⁠‍⁠ they cut down‌‌ the tree.”

“…They‍ did something so‌⁠​ cruel to a son who had⁠‍⁠ just lost his⁠ mother?”

Ruri​ felt anger.

She​⁠‌ understood better than⁠ anyone how precious⁠‍​ family was.

That‌‌ was why she‌‍⁠ could not take⁠‌ this lightly.

She​‍ clenched her fist.⁠

She‍ thought she should‌‌ have intimidated that​‌ man far more‍⁠ before letting him‍​ leave.

“I⁠​‌ believed it was⁠ my fault.”

Perda’s​‌‌ voice trembled.

“I‌ thought that if‍‌​ I hadn’t been​‌‍ so weak… if‍ I had shown⁠​ talent as a knight… I could⁠‍⁠ have protected my‍​ mother’s memory.”

His‌‍ own weakness.

A body so frail‌​ that even effort‌‌ left no mark‍ upon it.

Even​​‌ until the day‍​ he died, Perda‍⁠ had never been‍ physically strong.

“And‌ that was how‍⁠ I was driven‌⁠ out of my⁠ home.”

Up‌ to that point,‍‍ it was a story Ruri already‌ knew.

What‍‌ came afterward was‌​ known only to⁠ Perda.

He⁠​⁠ continued speaking.

“I​ trained as a mage. In a short time, I surpassed many talented‌‍ mages and reached‍⁠ the Third Circle.”‌​‍

Back‍‍ then, Perda had‌ not yet been​​ consumed by hatred.​⁠

A child and an‌​‌ angel still lived⁠ within his heart.​⁠​

The‌ child thought.

‘Perhaps‌‍ now he’ll accept⁠‌⁠ me.’

After‍ all, Eremvalt had‍ been an affectionate‍ father.

He‍‌⁠ loved his wife.⁠​‍

He‍​ advised his children.⁠⁠

He‍​‍ had been a good father.

At‌ one point, he​‍ had even been‌ Perda’s role model.⁠​

It⁠ was just that‍ he had never⁠​ been that way‌​ toward Perda.

The⁠ angel told him​ that family bonds⁠ still existed.

And​​‍ the child believed‌ that angel.

He​‍ wanted to believe⁠​ that the world‍‌ was not made​​ solely of malice.⁠​

The‌ young Perda wanted‍⁠⁠ his clumsy father‌ to apologize to‍ him.

— How dare you⁠‍‍ come back here?​

What​‌ greeted him when‍‌ he returned to‌‍ the mansion was‍‌‌ a roar of‌​⁠ fury.

— You are no‍‌ longer my son!‍​ Do you think‌⁠‍ that learning a few magic tricks​ gives you the‌⁠⁠ right to show‌‍​ your face here‍ again? Get out‌‍‌ immediately!

Those⁠ words were hotter‌ than fire and‌‍ colder than ice.‌⁠⁠

His‍⁠​ older brother Ellen​‌⁠ and Huren ended​‍ up beating him‌ and throwing him‌ out by force.⁠‌

It​‌⁠ was raining that‍‌ day.

There‍‌‍ was blood in‍‍ his mouth.

His‌ body was drenched.​

Perda‌ was half dead.⁠

Had‍⁠ he not dragged‌ himself into a shelter to escape⁠‌ the rain, he​‍ surely would have‍⁠ died.

That‌ day, the child⁠‌ realized something.

He⁠​‌ realized that hope‌‍‍ was nothing more⁠​ than an illusion‌ that prolonged a miserable life.

And⁠ that child killed​⁠‍ the angel.

The‌⁠ only thing left‌ filling his heart⁠ was the voice‍‌ of a malicious​​ demon.

The‍‍ more mercy he​ sought, the more‌​ pain he received.‌‍

And‍‌‍ at the end⁠ of hatred, he‍‍ found only more⁠⁠⁠ hatred.

It‍ was not until‍‍ he reached absolute‍‍⁠ emptiness that he⁠ finally regretted everything.‍

“I⁠​​ thought that was​​ the end.”

In‍​​ the end, he‍​‍ deeply regretted it.​​

And⁠​ he decided to‍ live solely for‌ a clearer purpose.‍‌

That‌⁠ demon should have‍ died.

That⁠‍ was why he​ believed the purity⁠ of that day‍ would return to‌‌ his heart.

“But‍​‍ it didn’t change.”​‍

“What‌‍⁠ didn’t change?”

“The​‍ hatred.”

The⁠ little monster his⁠‍⁠ father had created.‌

“The⁠​ hatred that turned‌ me into a monster. The hatred​‍​ that transformed me‍​‌ into an empty⁠‌‍ shell…”

Perda‌‍⁠ pressed a hand‍ against his chest.‌​‍

“It’s‌‌ still here inside⁠ me.”

Ruri‍‍‌ was unable to‍‍‍ respond.

The⁠⁠ silence was broken​‍‌ once again by​ Perda.

“Ruri.”⁠⁠

“…Yes.”⁠

“When​⁠ I met my⁠ father, I tried⁠ to kill him.”‍‍

“A‌ father like that‌ deserves to die.”‌​‌

“It​⁠ wasn’t my decision.”⁠​‍

That‌​ was precisely what‍⁠​ frightened him most.⁠‌

Just​‌‌ as he had⁠ nearly killed his‍‍‌ father unconsciously, he‌‍ feared that one‌‍‍ day he might‍⁠‌ choose to kill​​⁠ Valdrova without even​ realizing it.

The⁠‍ possibility that such‍⁠⁠ a thing still‌‍ existed within him‍ was an unbearable​‌ burden.

But‍‌ how could he‌⁠ explain it?

He‌⁠‌ did not want‌‌ to burden Ruri​‌⁠ with even more‌⁠ worries.

“Stop​ saying foolish things.”‍‍

Ruri​‍⁠ scolded him in‍⁠​ a displeased tone.‍‌

“You‌‍‍ are the Regent‍ of the Grand⁠‌ Duchy of Valdrova,​ the ruler of⁠​⁠ Hestia, and the‍‍ fiancé of the‌‌ Great Flame. Didn’t‍‌ you decide to⁠ wear the crown​‍‌ knowing it could‍‍ break your neck?”‌

“…”​

“You​‌‌ can’t say such⁠‌ weak things. Straighten⁠⁠ your back, keep​‌⁠ your shoulders firm,‌‌​ and wear an‍​‍ expression worthy of‍⁠ your position. Even‍⁠ allowing yourself to‌ worry about something⁠ like this is​‌⁠ a luxury for⁠⁠ you. You shouldn’t‍ be wasting time‍‍‍ here. Go back‌‍‍ and do your‍‍⁠ job.”

Ruri‍ took another step‍‌ forward.

“And‍ if one day⁠ you lose your‌ mind and become​‌​ a monster…”

Her‌‌ small hands extended.​‍

“Myself.”‍⁠‍

Both​‍​ hands wrapped around​‍ Perda’s neck.

The‍ gentle warmth of‌​ her skin slowly⁠​​ spread through him.‍‌‌

Guided‌ by those hands,⁠​​ Perda raised his⁠⁠ head.

What⁠​ Ruri was wearing‌​ was a rather‌ clumsy mask of‌ adulthood.

“I’ll⁠‌⁠ execute you myself.”‌‌

But⁠‌‌ that bravado began⁠⁠ to crack.

Her‍​ face filled with​‌ sadness.

“So…”​‌

“Please​ leave that foolish‍‍‍ expression for moments⁠⁠ like this alone.”‍

Perda’s⁠‍‍ emotions were beginning⁠ to affect even‍‌​ Ruri.

If​ Ruri was like​ this…

How​ would Valdrova react?⁠

She‌‍ would surely suffer‍ even more.

Perda‌‌​ felt his mind⁠‍​ gradually clear once‌ again.

“You’ve‌⁠ helped me once​​ again.”

A faint smile appeared​‌​ on his face.⁠​

“Thank​ you.”

***‍

Meanwhile,‌ someone was watching​‌ Perda and Ruri​ from a distance.‌‌

It⁠ was Olivia Arken.‌⁠‍

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